The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-07-29

/ innocentsi his pictures, there! His
pictures said Ip And all the world
knows that there are no picturesl All.
/ 1t Is of a stubbornnessr'
My father is old; and bis fancies.
But he gives us always the half, aud
more, of the little hie has, has y began the
mans mild voice.
Say rather that he is mad, I" inter-
rupted the woman, Indignantly. .What
Is the money! ask your nobleness--
to natural love for his own grand
childrenP" And, snatehing mp the
baby who was crawling across the floor,
and calling the others, she disappeared.
her motherly ebullition no doubt for the
moment quite sincere, in spite Of the
money.
Left alone, the umbrella mender
looked at us apologetically in mild
silence. Ibegan 10 explain my fears
about the solitary old man. '.Do you
ever see him?n asked,
Twice each year, on Christmas day
and St John Baptist, / go there, he
answered. t'It Is then that he gives
me the money"
"Have you tried to see him at other
timesp''
''Yes; but he only looks out and
shakes his head. Their nobleness
has perhaps observed that my father is
at times somewhat obstinate.
So spoke the son, his thin, hard
worked hands folded on the old
green umbrella upon which he had been
at work Something in his face which
seemed to tell me OF years of patience
with that father made me rather as
shamed of my usasked interference.
So, leaving some coins for the children,
drove away suggesting, however,
that he should try to see old Marco
soon. He promised, patiently. and
went on with his green umbrella.
The days passed by; and we spent
now all our mornings with the angel.
!, too was attempting to sketch the
beautiful face, and not succeeding. 0c-
casionally Marco come in, and walked
to and fro for a few moments; he paid
little attention to us, and was not in
! terested in our attempts. The fees
which we gave him he received, but
with indifference and without thanks
"Do you not think the angel beau
tifulp" asked one day.
oh, yes" he answered quietly, "but
we have many others that are beautiful
also
Another time said. what do you
do all dayP'
There is much to do" he answered
much. The dust must be kept from
all the frames, and there must be no
dampness. The tis.3 must be destroyed
also. There is much to do. "
When my brother came back at last
from his pilgrimage, we related our
story and took him TO see our
angel. He admired it as much as we
did, but manlike, he brushed away all
our ine-spun fancies that it could not,
would not be copied, that it was too
beautiful TO possess, but must fade
back into the heaven from whence it !
came, remembered but unpictured,
like vision in dream.
He announced his intention of search
ing out Signor Accolti.
DO you mean the wicked nephew?n
/ said. For Lucy and always called
him by that name.
Il shall be hardly likely to inquire
for him by that title at the door, said
Edward smiling.
/
acquaintance to be fat, affable, mid
ble-aged Italian, with dimpled white
hands and a taste for vegetable gard
ening. The frescoes in the little chap
ell were painted. he said. some time in
the sixteenth century, BY young artist
an obscure person, patronized by one
of his ancestors, who had taste for
discovering genislses which, however,
generally led TO nothing. This artist,
whoever he was died young. the chap
el being his only extended work OF
course the frescoes, having no name
attached were worthless. They were
subsequently whitewashed over and SO
remained until about forty years ago
when his uncle had the fancy to have
them uncoYered but only little was
done when his sad malady seized him.
All, there was fate! To be mindless
while the body lived onl Poor old
mani He (''the wicked nephew" had
often wept over him.
Photographed? Yes, certainly; that
is. If old Marco would allow it Here
the nephew laughed hsartily.) If he
would not allow 1t, we might rs well
attempt to take fortified tower.
AS we were not rich enough to buy
chapsls. or the walls OF chapels we de-
clded to have if possible. our angel
photographed, although it seemed in
certain sense like desecratIon. But
when we proposed it to Marco he went
into one Of bis cold. fierce RACES. and
said that it should not be- and that he
would not admit she photographer.
He was as good as his word and al
though we brought the man there three
times. and exhausted ourselves with
entreaty and brides he refused to open
the door and we remained outside in
nnrlananv with neaflr nll the inhahif.